Date: November 1914
"Sorrow like a ceaseless rain / Beats upon my heart."
preview | full record— Millay, Edna St. Vincent (1892-1950)
Date: November 1914
"All my thoughts are slow and brown."
preview | full record— Millay, Edna St. Vincent (1892-1950)
Date: 1914
"nd I know that just as the voice of Jesus was not heard, and is not heard, save here and there; just as the voice of Tolstoy is not heard, save here and there; and others great and small are lost in the great echoless desert of indifferentism, having produced little perceptible effect, so my voi...
preview | full record— de Cleyre, Voltairine (1866-1912)
Date: 1914
"I think with all his purity Emerson had within him the turbid stream of passion and desire; for all his hard-cut granite features he knew the instincts of the weakling and the slave; and for all his sweetness, he had the tiger and the jackal in his soul."
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Date: 1921
"I know what my heart is like / Since your love died: / It is like a hollow ledge / Holding a little pool / Left there by the tide, / A little tepid pool, / Drying inward from the edge."
preview | full record— Millay, Edna St. Vincent (1892-1950)
Date: 1926
"With you, my heart is quiet here, / And all my thoughts are cool as rain."
preview | full record— Parker, Dorothy (1893-1967)
Date: w. c. 1864, published 1929
"Experience is the Angled Road / Preferred against the Mind / By -- Paradox -- the Mind itself -- / Presuming it to lead."
preview | full record— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)
Date: 1931
"As you remember I am a great one for mugginess--of air, mind or imagery."
preview | full record— Tuve, Rosemund (1903-1964)
Date: September, 1934
"When the mind is dark with the multiple shadows of facts, / There is no heat of the sun can warm the mind."
preview | full record— Miles, Josephine (1911-1985)
Date: September, 1934
"This weight of knowledge dark on the brain is never / To be burnt out like fever, // But will slowly, with speech to tell the way and ease it, / Will sink into the blood, and warm, and slowly / Move in the veins, and murmur, and come at length / To the tongue's tip and the finger's tip most lowl...
preview | full record— Miles, Josephine (1911-1985)